| It's ok to be sad. Just do not retaliate. |
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| Hurt. Crushed. Dead. Dying.
Why is it that I am afraid to be alone? Why is it that I allow something that does not surprise me to hurt me so bad? Why is it that I feel like I will never be happy? Why is it that I feel like I'm not good enough, that I will always just be "a friend"? Why is it that the answer is so clear yet I can't see it through my tears? Why is it that I let myself get attached to someone I knew would break my heart?
Was it worth it? Was the past 9 months worth the pain I am going to endure until who knows when? Was the laughter, the fun, the fights, the sadness, the confusion, the pain, the sex, the crying... worth it?
I guess it doesn't really matter because what's done is done.
The lighter side of life...
Quote of the Day
Ex-Friend: Man, I need to get laid.
Me: OK, get pretty. |
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| Cause MySpace is broken right now and I haven't been able to check it in like a week.
I like working with Jessica (my non-boss).
Don't ever but Steel Reserve beer... it tastes like water.
I love OWA. |
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| Only half-way through my first beer... this might actually be a competent post...
But don't count on that.
I miss several hour long conversations with someone who lives far away and I've actually only met once...
Soma makes you have strange dreams... And darvocet makes you have strange days...
I miss people from college... people from high school... people from elementary school... if you see any of them, tell them to hit me up! |
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| If I could touch the stars...
pull one down for you.
Fuck anyone who thinks I should be someone I am not. No one can control me. No one can tell me what is right and wrong. I decide that.
Blah blah blah I am talking out my ass right now.
Sometimes I wish things were better than they were. But that which does not kill us only makes us stronger, right? |
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